i felt pretty good about my chop to the cow girls chest,her grunt was pleasing to the ears.
i start to turn my attention to the wench that slamed me in the back
when..pain shoots through my hand and wrist
aiiigh.i yelp trying to pull my hand free
use my free hand to try and jab a punch at her tummy
only to be lifted and dumped across the table splattering the punch and other refreshments
i fall off to the oter side dazed but batgirl has faced many villaniouses before..and almost always come out on top
i start to roll up to my knees yt
Getting no response from the other, (no surprise there, I’ve left my ‘’English to bimbo’’ translation guide in the saddlebags) I spin around on my boot heels to survey the wreckage of the refreshment table. Seeing Batgirl already semi ambulatory, I favor her with a low whistle.
“Look at you all eager for more! Maybe you HAVE toughened up a bit since that last meeting. Either that, or my depositin’ you on that cheap particle board knocked out the last 2 brain cells in your pretty head. Maybe you’re just going on instinct straight back towards the beatin’, hmmmmm?’’
There’s one sure way to find out.
We’re big on hospitality in Trails End. We even extend it to empty headed southern belles who come wanderin’ off the road in search of….well, whatever they search for down in hot ass Dixie. And it’s in the spirit of that hospitality that I take the spandex strumpet by the arm and ease her out of the wreckage of spilt punch and wood splinters, drawing her tight against my chest in a crushing embrace.
“What’d ya say, cream puff? Shall we dance?!’’ My eyes twinkling with devious intent as swing Batgirl around sharply, my feet moving in a tight circle as I build momentum towards teaching her what it TRULY means to fly…..